Every dog has its day

and Butch, the pit-bull

had his when Michael Vick

lost his grip, baseball bat

perched to beat Butch senseless

that noon Butch ran

wedging between two garbage cans

crashing the contents

on the pretty lawns

and didn't stop

'til he stood in the midst

of an oily, fenced maintenance yard

growling at Tamale Maria

pulling shut a greasy door

when she saw Butch and turned back

then braved the dog

her basket, she hoped, a weapon

but Butch laid down

on the blackened gravel

brows relaxed, known

there was no back travel

All she saw, with a bit of pity

"What a gruesome beast -come on!"

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Before the Redsox finally won

Eighty-six years since its last

now a baseball moment

It was time to leave Colorado

bought the Kokobago*

Yankees up three to zero

it tweeked the magnetic flux

of the planet, shifting ions

to favor the Sox

eight straight wins they became champs

two months later I departed

for points south

Damon's homer guiding me

to a town called Truth

just drool from my mouth.

*Kokopelli-Winnebago

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